Were you stoked for Sunday’s episode of The Shot? In the last installment, the contestants were surprised with a celebrity photo shoot on an arid desert runway. The celebrity? Joss Stone. The photographs? Complicated, pensive and cluttered. Will they ever learn? And therein lies the core of the show, which pits 10 up-and-coming fashion photographers against each other for the chance to win $100,000, a spread in Marie Claire, and a Victoria’s Secret campaign — all the while being judged by a he-Tyra with an Australian accent, Russell James. Catch up on what you missed. Check the recap below.

As 2007 dwindles down, we’re taking a look back at our favorite tracks. Each Tuesday through the end of the month, we’ll sing the praises of the 20 songs that made our year. See what made the cut, and let us know what you think of our choices. Check out the lasttwo posts to see what else is on our list.

Take the infectious cheer-squad shout of Toni Basil‘s “Mickey,” add some glean from chart-topping uber-producer Dr. Luke, and write lyrics directed at the most tech-savvy market in the country (14-year-old girls) and you’ll understand why Avril Lavigne‘s “Girlfriend” was her highest ranking single to date. Avril’s fans forgave her her newly wedded status and bought her barbed entreaties to an already attached guy to ditch his girlfriend (never has “She’s like, so whatever,” sounded like such a compelling argument). During the verse she rarely deviates into tune, sticking with her bratty schoolyard chants and marrying mall punk guitars with positively jubilant pop. All handclaps and sass, the video has Avril pulling triple-duty, playing her blonde self, a boyfriend-stealing brunette and a red-headed prude. While the message of the song is far from female empowerment, it seems she’s finally embraced a less abrasive side, making the unabashed pop music she’s faulted others for in the past.

Ya gots ta be multi-format these days, and there was no better example of video aiding and abetting audio than this ATL kiddo’s uber-ubiquitous, ultra-catchy dance anthem. His MySpace page was thick with how-to clips (please, don’t mess up the Superman section) and messages from trillions of fans. YouTube was loaded with tributes and satires, from yarmulke doo-rags to Santa’s elves gliding to the groove. So, yeah, DeAndre Ramone Way wasn’t fibbing when he said his reach stretched “from the Internet to Main Street.” There’s glory in one-hit-wonderville, and even though one Web commenter rightly declared that Soulja Boy blabbered “on the mic like he just woke up,” the song of the summer (sorry, Rihanna) proved to be a bubblecrunk gem.

Some gossip stories are too big to forget. We’re counting down the 20 biggest, baddest, and most ridiculous celeb scandals of the year. You’ll get a new one posted every day.

Be honest – you loved it when Paris Hiltonwent to jail for driving on a suspended license, and you loved it even more when she was released early and then dragged back in a fit of tears. Those three Paris-free weeks were a short and sweet glimpse into what life was like before Hilton burst onto the scene flashing her vag, and damn do we miss 2002. When it was all said and done, Paris left Lynwood and headed straight toLarry King, professing herself a changed woman who loved reading the bible behind bars. She called jail “traumatic”and “scary” and even read some of her behind-bars journal entries. She wrote, “They say when you reach a crossroad or a turning point in life, it really doesn’t matter how we got there, but it’s what we do next after we got there.”

Since her stint in jail, Paris has been doing what does does best – helping others by partying in slinky outfits, dancing around, and pimping crappy products with her name on them. As she said, it’s “a new beginning” – of the same old sh*t.

You were there through the bad driving, the head-shaving, and the Criss Angel thing. It’s been a tough year for our girl. No one could have imagined a mere 12 months ago that she’d create such glorious new nonsense every week. Some of the craziness escapes you? Come back every day: We’re counting down the events that made up the Year in Britney.

June 12 - Butts n’ Boobs Galore – Britney probably tried to excuse this slutty outfit malfunction with some sort of “I’m young and single ya’ll!” excuse, but we don’t buy it. The singer donned a slinky green dress out on the town, and originally wore it backwards until some kind Samaritan clued her in. It still didn’t stop her nipple from popping out over the course of the night, and there was no excuse for her to flash her ass at the world. But really, she was just breaking us in for a long line of disastrous outfit choices. Thanks B! [Socialite’s Life]

June 13 – Name That Tune - Britney implored her fans on her website to pick a name for her upcoming album. Their options?

1) Omg is Like Lindsay Lohan Like OK Like
2) What if the Joke is on You
3) Down boy
4) Integrity
5) Dignity

Unfortunately, Bat Sh*t Insane was not an option, cuz we guess most people would have gone with that. In the end Brit named her “comeback album” Blackout, which is probably what she had going on when she posted the above on her site. [AccessHollywood]

June 28 – Dear Mama – It looked like a scene out of some bad movie about a trailer trash family torn apart. In reality, only Brit looked like trash – her mom just happened to be on-set with daughter Jamie-Lynn and sitting at her trailer. But God sure does have a sense of humor! Decked out in jean cut-offs and a skimpy tank top, Britney handed her Mom a set of papers and stomped away after a quick convo. Rumored to be a restraining order, the documents were allegedly legal papers from an out of state lawyer asking her to stay away from Brit’s tots. Yep, she’s at her best when she’s droppin’ a little family drama on our asses! [JustJared, TMZ]

New York has found her man, and in a rare turn for Celebreality romance, she’s still with him six months later. Imagine that!

After the jump, New York talks about falling in love with Tailor Made, falling out with Buddha and penis implants. She also wants to clear the air of a little rumor you may be aware of: “I’m not pregnant. Put that in bold letters.” Yes ma’am!

New York and Tailor Made are walking off in the sunset. Well, the sun has already set, but you get the idea. Did she choose the right guy? Should she have kept Buddha instead? And if she’s not keeping Buddha, do you want him?

Is New York’s love for Tailor Made for real? Did it last that stressful period between the show’s taping and the finale airing? Did Tailor Made ever get that penis implant? Read all about what’s going on with New York here, in our new Celebreality Interview with her.